i am beckham

Chapter 92 "You are my sunshine"

At Old Trafford, Riddell finally let go of half of his heart. The Liverpool fans who were cheering for the fans in the away game all left, and the Manchester United fans who came to watch the game withdrew nearly 2 people one after another.

But before it was time to relax, there were still 5 Manchester United fans jumping up and down on the pitch, and he could feel the faint tremor even standing on the sidelines.

Fortunately, this kind of competition is only played once or twice a year, otherwise no stadium can withstand such a toss.

While he was watching the fans closely, a Manchester United player swiped past him.

Riddle took a closer look, isn't this Scholes, why is this little guy so short.This kind of little potato, he estimated that he could directly punch out the bank system with one punch.

Well, the body and legs are so short, but the legs are quite thick, so this end is too big.

Then he glanced at Keane again, who took off his clothes and threw him into the stands.

Riddle looked at the muscles on Keane's body. Judging from the lines of the muscles, they didn't look like they were trained in the gym, but rather they were beaten.

This person either fights a lot or has practiced boxing for a long time, so he doesn't look easy to mess with.

At this time, Keane, who was singing the Manchester United team anthem with the fans, keenly noticed that someone was watching him, turned around and walked towards Riddell: "Hey, buddy! What the hell are you looking at? Go to a place where no one is around, I tell you to take a good look, hahaha!"

Keane leaned forward, but Riddle was unmoved. He estimated that if he met such a guy in another place, he would conduct a body search without saying a word. If he dared to resist at all, he would immediately have pepper water, his hands tied behind his back, and he was pressed to the ground with his knees firmly pressed down.

His professional experience told him that this is a dangerous guy, if you let him move around, he might pass through.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and Keen laughed loudly: "That's right, he's a man!"

Riddle nodded: "To each other!"

He evaluated in his heart that this guy who was as tall as his forehead was probably not his opponent, but once he met him, he must not take it lightly.

Then he looked at Beckham again. It was hard to imagine that this kind of handsome boy was so fierce on the field.He had noticed during the competition that this kid's combat ability was average, but his stamina was extremely strong, and the most important thing was that his skills were really good.

Beckham and the team walked around the field to one of the fans. When they walked to the east stand, they always felt that the big policeman not far away had a strange look in their eyes.I always feel that this buddy has a scanner in his eyes, and he can see into the bones when looking at people, which makes people feel hairy.

But it's no big deal, since he's been playing for Manchester United this season and becoming a public figure, he's met all kinds of looks.

There are visiting team fans who want to kill themselves with their eyes, there are defenders who want to smash themselves into pieces during the game, there are female fans who look into their own flesh all day long, and there are coquettish reporters like Jennifer who take advantage of their work and never forget to hook up with themselves every second.

In the past two months, he has seen all kinds of eyes. In front of his handsome face, how strange are the people in the world?
Strange, nearly 10 minutes after the end of the game, why the radio has not announced the best player on the spot.According to the usual habit, within 10 minutes after the game, the result of the best player will definitely be announced.

Today was fine, it took twice as long, and the best player on the spot was still difficult to deliver.

It seems that the judges were a little constipated by their lore shot, and they were undecided for a while.

Thinking of this, Beckham couldn't help but sneered, these masters who sit in the office every day are so hypocritical, they can't make up their minds about such a shit.

The best player on the spot is not an important award. If you close your eyes and make a fuss, it's over. I really thought I was awarding the title of duke!
It's useless for a player to win this kind of award, that is, to accept a routine interview and then receive a small trophy worth more than ten pounds, which actually doesn't make much sense.

When being interviewed, sometimes I stood for 10 minutes, making people feel thirsty. At night, the essence of the Premier League may not be able to give a 10-second shot.

Every episode of the Premier League is oriented, and it must be a controversial event that is involved, which is not necessarily a good thing for the players. Those non-popular matches do not have much exposure.

Maybe a player ends the interview honestly and tells all about his childhood experience. The media only cuts in the part about eating booger at the age of 6, and doesn't mention anything about entering the club's youth training at the age of 13.

Because in a Premier League club, it is normal for a player to join the club's youth training at the age of 13.It’s like graduate students in prestigious schools. It’s common for them to be among the best in elementary school and high school. They peed their pants at the age of 10, pulled their pants at the age of 11, and could talk at the age of 12. Before that, their grades were only better than the idiots in the class. News like being admitted to Tsinghua University at the age of 17 is a selling point.

But one day the players will have explosive news, and what they said in an interview that year may become evidence of rich news content.

Therefore, those white-collar elites, senior experts, and famous commentators who sit in the office to write and draw pictures and give pointers to the country really don’t need to take this cat and dog award too seriously, and don’t take themselves too seriously.

They mutilate their own brain cells and move their hairline back 20 centimeters, and the result is sometimes not as easy to use as toilet paper.

In a situation like today, when Manchester United beat Liverpool at the last moment, the opponents would definitely not watch their rivals celebrate at home. The players must have taken a hasty shower and left.

If the best player is awarded to Liverpool players at this time, then the broadcast teams of Sky TV will be embarrassed.

Although it is said that the best player is the winner, if Fowler is turned into that big bastard, maybe the best player will be awarded to the loser.

The distance between the two clubs is 33 miles. If the delay continues, by the time the organizing committee reacts, all Liverpool players will be on Merseyside.

But today it is [-]% impossible to award the best player to Liverpool. After all, Cantona's thighs are so thick, and his lore at the last moment is so amazing. The Liverpool people have no room for recovery. The reason for giving them the best player is out of sympathy Or because of love?

Not only Beckham, but even the fans on the field were a little commotion at this time. The fans in the field began to whisper to each other, and the whole stadium was full of chirping sounds, no different from the flowers, birds, fish and insects market.

Why hasn't the best player been announced yet?
How does the stadium announcer play back and forth or those few songs?Can you change some songs?
Enough is enough, the enthusiasm for singing is gone.

The home team won, and everyone regarded the best player on the field as the last egg of the game. Why is this egg so difficult to lay?

The announcer also seemed a little irritable at this time, and began to play music mindlessly to adjust the atmosphere of the game.

As long as it's not the Liverpool team anthem, as long as the rhythm is bright and it's over.

As soon as the announcer switched to the first song, the Manchester United fans started humming along, and then someone couldn't wait to fill in the lyrics.

"Champion, champ! Champ, champ! Us, us!"

The fans sang this line repeatedly along with the music, and the lyrics, which were very powerful at first, turned into an infinite loop, and finally the fans present laughed.

The announcer had no choice but to switch another song.

Everyone started singing along: "We are league champions, on Merseyside"

After this sentence was repeated nearly 10 times, the announcer cut the song again.

A very brainwashing theme song of the movie "Robin Hood" was released on the radio. This song was used by the fans on the pitch for Ryan Giggs when the fans had a hard time in the past few seasons. Everyone just used the words.

"Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs, the winger;
Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs, galloping down the wing;
Let the blue army (this blue army is the cousin) fear, be loved by the red devil;
Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs."

The announcer sang to express his experience. This time he sang three times and then changed the music. This music was Andy Cole's new song in Newcastle, and the fans made it up for him by digging his feet.

"Andy Cole, Andy Cole, Andy, Cole!

When he catches the ball, he scores goals!
Andy Cole, Andy Cole, Andy, Cole!

Beautiful goal, wonderful goal!
When he catches the ball, he scores goals! "

Beckham was humming along, and suddenly noticed that Andy Cole, who was directly in front of him, was breathing heavily. His face was dark red at first, and then turned pure red, all the way to his shoulders.

Beckham originally wanted to pat the other person on the shoulder to show comfort, but after thinking about it, forget it, it was nothing at all, if he comforted him, he might have thought too much.

Seeing that even the top of this kid's head was red, Beckham really didn't dare to touch him. If he couldn't figure out the blood clot, it would be yellow mud falling into his pants. Who would believe it if it wasn't Xiang?

Andy Cole's expression showed shame in joy, and anger in relief. If a small cut was made on his head at this time, the blood would probably be sprayed to the moon at once.

A striker who doesn't score is like a boar who can't impregnate a sow. The pressure is huge, the shame is overwhelming, and he may explode at any time.

At this time, the award for the best player was finally released, and it was "King" Cantona, who deserved it.

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, the announcer cut the song again. If he didn't cut Andy Cole, he might really blow himself up.

The next song is also very brainwashing, it is "You are my sunshine".

All the fans sang along at first, but in the second stanza, someone started to change the lyrics. Everyone changed the lyrics together, and the audience became chaotic.

But when it was sung for the second time, the audience immediately reached a consensus.

"You are my Beckham,
my one and only beckham,
you make me happy,
For when the sky is dark,
Because when it rains heavily,
You always score goals,
Don't take our Beckhams away! "

After the singing, all the fans stood up and applauded at the same time.

Beckham's heart suddenly warmed up, probably because everyone felt that he scored the lore goal and did not win the best player in the game, so he made up a temporary song to compensate himself.

Ferguson patted Beckham on the shoulder: "This is Manchester United fans, as long as you fight bravely, they will remember you!"

Just as the "father and son" hooked their shoulders and continued to chat, a man in a suit stopped not far away to adjust his clothes.

This man was so conspicuous that the Manchester United players had to look over him.

Ferguson suddenly breathed out: "Terry (Venables) this bastard came at the right time. If he doesn't come, I still want to find him!"

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